“What?” I look over my shoulder.
Victoria, Rebecca, and Lori are approaching the table where I sit. I’m not in the mood today. These bitches are going to feel my wrath. What the fuck are they carrying?
“Here, I know your kind likes to eat this,” says Lori, placing a big plate of fried chicken in front of me.
“And what’s fried chicken without watermelon?” asks Rebecca as she unburdens herself of her bounty as well.
“Let’s not forget a nice, big pitcher of ice-cold cherry Kool-Aid,” says Victoria as she empties the contents of the pitcher on my head.
I jump up from the chair as the cold liquid flows down my body.
“You fucking bitch,” I yell.
This bitch really wants to bumble with the bee.
I punch Victoria right in the nose. The crunch I hear when I make contact is beyond satisfying.
A loud yelp leaves Victoria’s mouth as she hits the floor.
“Damn, bitch went down,” says Jamal.
Lucy looks like she’s about to faint whileKate has a smile on her face.
The cafeteria is silent.
From across the room, I see Maverick, Dee, and Nix stand.
Victoria’s two minion bitches kneel beside her to help her from the floor.
Blood is running out of her nose, dripping on her uniform shirt.
“You dumb bitch! You broke my nose.”
“You’re lucky that’s the only thing I broke, bitch.”
Victoria and her minion bitches leave the cafeteria. My eyes connect with Maverick’s.
“Oh my God, you’re my hero,” says Kate.
“I’ve never seen anyone stand up to them,” adds Lucy.
“Yeah, well, there’s a first time for everything,” I say.
I’m sticky, and now I have to go home to take out my damn box braids to wash my hair and shower in time to volunteer as a tutor at the school where my mom works.
“I have to go home to shower. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” I say, leaving the cafeteria.
As soon as I realized the direction Victoria, Lori, and Rebecca were headed, I knew some shit was about to go down. No doubt they lost a little respect with the student body today after they had their ass handed to them. Watching Cocoa break Victoria’s nose was a fucking turn on. She’s bad as fuck. She’s a fighter and doesn’t take any bullshit from anyone, me included.
It only takes me about an hour and a half to take out my box braids since they’re medium size. I walk over to my cell phone on the dresser to check the time after leaving the bathroom. I have a text message from Jake.
Jake: My parents are going out of town this weekend, so I’m having a party. You in?
Finally, I can dance and have fun on a Saturday night. Jake is cute too, so I don’t mind spending some time with him.
Me: Sure, text me the address.
There’s no time to blow dry my hair, so I towel dry it as best as I can. I coat my strands in leave-in conditioner. I dress in a pair of black leggings and a plain red t-shirt. I slip on some red sandals then leave.
